That summer when thirteen-year-old Jack Brewer came to live with his Uncle Henry in his penthouse on West 53rd St., he did not forget that he had promised his dying father he would try to learn things from his uncle; so he used to watch him very carefully.
Uncle Henry, who was the CEO of Align Technology, was a big, burly man weighing more than two hundred and thirty pounds, and he had a rough skinned, tawny-colored face. He looked like a powerful man, but his health was slowly decaying. He had aches and pains in his back and shoulders which puzzled the doctor.
The first thing Jack learned about Uncle Henry was that everybody had great respect for him. The men and women he employed in the office were always polite and attentive when he spoke to them. His wife, Jack's Aunt Megan, a kindly, plump, straightforward woman, never argued with him. "You should try and be like your Uncle Henry," she would say to Jack. "He's so wonderfully practical. He takes care of everything in a sensible, easy way."
Jack used to trail around the office after Uncle Henry, not only because he liked the fresh, clean smell of the office and the organized, neatness of the area, but because he was impressed by his uncle's precise, firm tone when he spoke to his employees. Sometimes Uncle Henry would stop and explain to Jack something about a department and how it ran. "Always try and learn the essential facts, son," he would say. "If you've got the facts, you know what's useful and what isn't useful, and no one can fool you."
He showed Jack that nothing of value was ever wasted around the mill. Jack used to listen, and wonder if there was another man in the world who knew so well what was needed and what ought to be thrown away. Uncle Henry had known at once that Jack needed a way of transportation to ride to his school, which was a three miles away in a more suburban town, and he bought him a skateboard, a good one. He knew that Jack needed good, serviceable clothes. He also knew exactly how much Aunt Megan needed to run the penthouse, the price of everything, and how much a woman should be paid for taking care of family matters. In the evenings Jack used to sit in the living room watching his uncle making notations in a black notebook which he always carried in his vest pocket, and he knew that he was assessing the value of the smallest transaction that had taken place during the day.
Should I continue this or forget about it?? I will gradually work the other Warriors in, I just don't have a solid plot.. Review... Bye for now. :)